Now I left home at seventeen and have scarce been back again
Yet still I'm longing for a home I know I had not then
I've lived a score of places since yet none has held me long
Just streets and numbers in a book, my yearning bids me on

O beloved planet, why do you make me homesick?

The golden fields, the scarlet trees, the air like liquid shining
The song of summer winding down bleeds beauty as she's dying
And deep within a haunting chord bestirs an answering knell
And I am restless to be going, but where, I cannot tell.

O beloved planet, why do you make me homesick?

The seasons pass, a graceful dance, the rhythm of each year
And I am less and less at home though my home becomes more dear
Each creature has its hiding place
Each bird her feathered nest
But like my liege who's gone before, I find no place of rest

O beloved planet, why do you make me homesick
When you're the only home I've ever known?
Or are you just a shadow, glimpsed through a darkened window
Of the only place I ever will belong?